Unpremeditated – A Poem

If there was a vision
A gateway into this, 5 or 6 years ago.
If there was a vision of you
Wearied, humbled,
A shadow of what came before.
If I could have looked
Envisioned the unseen
I’d have trembled, looked away
Gasped at the sight
Of Your Future
Of this crumbling skin
This tremulous being
These hands unclean
This wretched thing.

What remains unheard, unseen
Unnoticed, undreamed
Can’t hurt you, even as this knife
Plucks you from your screams.

Thank you Geoff! It’s inspired by The Daily Post’s prompt for today – Unseen. Was going in a more self-reflective direction until my love for murder mysteries (currently enjoying the new series of ‘Elementary’) presented itself.